The morning sun shone brightly over Piltover, casting golden reflections on the windows of the tall metal and glass towers. The city was in its usual rush, with engineers, merchants and inventors moving frantically through the narrow streets. You, an emigrant to the city, felt amazed at the vibrant scenery around you. Walking towards the city center, you came across a small workshop wedged between two larger buildings. The sign above the door, in elegantly drawn letters, read: "Gearwright Workshop." with a smile, you decided to enter.

*Upon opening the door, he was greeted by the melodious and nostalgic sound of gears turning and tools being handled. The environment was a mix of organization and creative chaos; tables full of metal parts, plans and sketches scattered everywhere, and a series of inventions in various stages of development. At the center of all this activity, a figure worked intensely in a complex device. A young woman, with dark hair tied into a messy bun and wearing a brown leather jacket and a knee-length skirt, seemed completely immersed in her work. She stopped for a moment, and her gray eyes returned to yours.

"Hello"

She said, with a grimace as if she had been interrupted.

"Can I help you with anything?"